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Dec 2014
In these bones

I travel

and I carry with me

the little sparks of life.

I unearth heat,

take in breath,

I love.

I want

to stay in this skin,

I want it to still be

magic

in the future.

I want you to erupt

out of me

and I want to know

the taste of the sea.
translated by Leanne Hoppe
Michela Zanarella
Written by
Michela Zanarella  Rome
(Rome)   
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